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The Raptastic Poetry Slam Thread, Hey- Who Put that "C" Before "Raptastic?" |
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Uleni Athram |
Aug 15 2015, 04:58 PM
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Joined: 19-September 11
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hey say, "ignorance is bliss" Happiness can be found in the abyss Dismiss these sparkling lights and insist that they die and desist Let your Will be made manifest through a clenched fist A will to power through the ranks of the deceased A fairy prince of whips Smiling at the pieces of a world that took too many of his hits Happiness can be found in the abyss And the black-hole-point of a rusty needle kissed by someone else's disease Laugh at all of these Arrested developments - the gods developed an arrest When they stuck him in a womb and gave him life like the rest No mercy can be found from a man so madly vexed By the tats of the next ego-suicide looking at him like he's a test I cannot attest you can only witness That the future belongs to the freaking maddest
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I wanna slap people and tell them I love them
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Uleni Athram |
Aug 16 2015, 05:17 PM
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QUOTE(mALX @ Aug 16 2015, 02:40 PM) QUOTE(Uleni Athram @ Aug 15 2015, 11:58 AM) hey say, "ignorance is bliss" Happiness can be found in the abyss Dismiss these sparkling lights and insist that they die and desist Let your Will be made manifest through a clenched fist A will to power through the ranks of the deceased A fairy prince of whips Smiling at the pieces of a world that took too many of his hits Happiness can be found in the abyss And the black-hole-point of a rusty needle kissed by someone else's disease Laugh at all of these Arrested developments - the gods developed an arrest When they stuck him in a womb and gave him life like the rest No mercy can be found from a man so madly vexed By the tats of the next ego-suicide looking at him like he's a test I cannot attest you can only witness That the future belongs to the freaking maddest
This is Awesome Uleni!!! Arigatou, mALX! Here's another one. Illusions (I made this when I was drunk!) "Where came you, then? How far into the night have you fallen? In your meaningless pursuit of ascension you have only won annihilation. From the depths of your pride, you have been granted only humiliation. Irony, then, the greatest and cruelest of all the tricksters; for he who sought perfection, saw only the morass of his unreachable vision. O Sadness! O Shame! O Dishonor! Where came you, this lust for attention? Is it not the greatest of your hated vocation? You have tasted the nectar of these Three once; why, now, in the hour of your twilight, do you seek them once more, o Prince of Self-Deception? Is the path you wish to tread upon? A never ending cycle of Fantasy Delusions, Mental Dilutions that would result in your heart's Dissolution? In the day when Snow fell, In the day when Valentine Died. You cried. "Despair never tasted this sweet! But how terrifying Hope, much more, When She forces you into destructive Temptations!" Where came you then, this decimation of warnings? You promised yourself, in the day when your Heart broke, you would never pursue meaningless attractions. And yet here we are, pining once more for an impossible relation. To pursue Her is to walk the path of complete ruination! ... But where came you then? You, who breaks all of my walls, All of my protection? Deep down I know you're just another heartbreak But smile, and gaze at me with a reflection tempt me with your words, be they mellifluous abduction! Make me suffer, make me drown in your illusions Because suffering... Suffering is my divine addiction."
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I wanna slap people and tell them I love them
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mALX |
Aug 17 2015, 05:12 AM
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Joined: 14-March 10
From: Cyrodiil, the Wastelands, and BFE TN
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QUOTE(Uleni Athram @ Aug 16 2015, 12:17 PM) QUOTE(mALX @ Aug 16 2015, 02:40 PM) QUOTE(Uleni Athram @ Aug 15 2015, 11:58 AM) hey say, "ignorance is bliss" Happiness can be found in the abyss Dismiss these sparkling lights and insist that they die and desist Let your Will be made manifest through a clenched fist A will to power through the ranks of the deceased A fairy prince of whips Smiling at the pieces of a world that took too many of his hits Happiness can be found in the abyss And the black-hole-point of a rusty needle kissed by someone else's disease Laugh at all of these Arrested developments - the gods developed an arrest When they stuck him in a womb and gave him life like the rest No mercy can be found from a man so madly vexed By the tats of the next ego-suicide looking at him like he's a test I cannot attest you can only witness That the future belongs to the freaking maddest
This is Awesome Uleni!!! Arigatou, mALX! Here's another one. Illusions (I made this when I was drunk!) "Where came you, then? How far into the night have you fallen? In your meaningless pursuit of ascension you have only won annihilation. From the depths of your pride, you have been granted only humiliation. Irony, then, the greatest and cruelest of all the tricksters; for he who sought perfection, saw only the morass of his unreachable vision. O Sadness! O Shame! O Dishonor! Where came you, this lust for attention? Is it not the greatest of your hated vocation? You have tasted the nectar of these Three once; why, now, in the hour of your twilight, do you seek them once more, o Prince of Self-Deception? Is the path you wish to tread upon? A never ending cycle of Fantasy Delusions, Mental Dilutions that would result in your heart's Dissolution? In the day when Snow fell, In the day when Valentine Died. You cried. "Despair never tasted this sweet! But how terrifying Hope, much more, When She forces you into destructive Temptations!" Where came you then, this decimation of warnings? You promised yourself, in the day when your Heart broke, you would never pursue meaningless attractions. And yet here we are, pining once more for an impossible relation. To pursue Her is to walk the path of complete ruination! ... But where came you then? You, who breaks all of my walls, All of my protection? Deep down I know you're just another heartbreak But smile, and gaze at me with a reflection tempt me with your words, be they mellifluous abduction! Make me suffer, make me drown in your illusions Because suffering... Suffering is my divine addiction." The Mint Chocolate Chip and nut Ice Cream fell again, huh? This post has been edited by mALX: Aug 17 2015, 05:13 AM
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Uleni Athram |
Aug 17 2015, 08:34 AM
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Joined: 19-September 11
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It did! Oh, how destructive it was for my psyche!
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I wanna slap people and tell them I love them
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mALX |
Aug 17 2015, 03:37 PM
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Joined: 14-March 10
From: Cyrodiil, the Wastelands, and BFE TN
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QUOTE(Uleni Athram @ Aug 17 2015, 03:34 AM) It did! Oh, how destructive it was for my psyche!
Thanks to you and your ice cream, I find myself drinking a chocolate shake for breakfast this morning, lol. And drunk ice cream eating is a sure cause of having it fall on the floor, (and puking too), This post has been edited by mALX: Aug 17 2015, 03:39 PM
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Callidus Thorn |
Sep 22 2015, 10:56 PM
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Joined: 29-September 13
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There are times that I really hate the way my mind works. This is such a one.
A city wrought of steel and glass, that shone amidst the light, Through which flowed inspiration, that glowing river bright, Falls now to dark, corrupted by the bitter touch of night, And the streets below, in shadow swathed, are hidden now from sight, The mighty buildings, tall and graceful, reaching to the sky, Now twist and warp, like jagged claws, as if the stars to pry, Or snatch and cast down anything, that might yet dare to fly, If with the coming darkness, spirits proud should seek to vie, That river fair, that fed it all, with ever present glitter, Now thickly rolls, black and foul, a source of poison bitter, And in place of bright thoughts that used to dance and flitter, Are aborted creatures, malformed, 'pon many legs they skitter, Those ordered streets and avenues, that sped the flight of thought, Now twist and turn upon themselves, by shadow they're re-wrought, Into dark alleyways and corridors, each one with peril fraught, By twisted creatures, those remaining residents are sought, And tortured artist, once more takes up razored brush of words, To paint the darkened vision that, his waking mind, disturbs.
yeah, it sucks, but considering the subject matter is that really any surprise?
This post has been edited by Callidus Thorn: Sep 22 2015, 10:56 PM
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A mind without purpose will walk in dark places
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Uleni Athram |
Sep 22 2015, 11:34 PM
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Joined: 19-September 11
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Heh, ain't it fun when the only way to overcome the Block is to take inspiration from it and write about it?
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mALX |
Sep 23 2015, 03:02 AM
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Joined: 14-March 10
From: Cyrodiil, the Wastelands, and BFE TN
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QUOTE(Callidus Thorn @ Sep 22 2015, 05:56 PM) There are times that I really hate the way my mind works. This is such a one.
A city wrought of steel and glass, that shone amidst the light, Through which flowed inspiration, that glowing river bright, Falls now to dark, corrupted by the bitter touch of night, And the streets below, in shadow swathed, are hidden now from sight, The mighty buildings, tall and graceful, reaching to the sky, Now twist and warp, like jagged claws, as if the stars to pry, Or snatch and cast down anything, that might yet dare to fly, If with the coming darkness, spirits proud should seek to vie, That river fair, that fed it all, with ever present glitter, Now thickly rolls, black and foul, a source of poison bitter, And in place of bright thoughts that used to dance and flitter, Are aborted creatures, malformed, 'pon many legs they skitter, Those ordered streets and avenues, that sped the flight of thought, Now twist and turn upon themselves, by shadow they're re-wrought, Into dark alleyways and corridors, each one with peril fraught, By twisted creatures, those remaining residents are sought, And tortured artist, once more takes up razored brush of words, To paint the darkened vision that, his waking mind, disturbs.
yeah, it sucks, but considering the subject matter is that really any surprise?
This is Awesome! So technically, you don't actually have writer's block - you are just trying to write prose when poetry is your forte of the moment, lol. I do love your poems!
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